My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God...
The sparrow has found a nest for herself...
and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine alters...Blessed is the man whose strength is in the Lord;
in whose heart are the ways of them...Who passing through the valley of Ba-ca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools...
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